Oh yeah, baby! I'm wearing my hotpink velour in honor of my Aunt Belle, who lives so far away from me. I hear she has a matching suit, and I'm hoping she brings it home for Thanksgiving so we can coordinate. I'm really hoping that she can find some yellow socks. They really pull the whole ensemble together. 
Gracen and I wanted to say thanks to our guy for being so wonderful. We got lucky with this one! Gracie and I have been sick this week, and papa has kept us and our home from falling apart. We are most grateful for his dedication and love. We love you too!
So, sweet thing has learned to pout. I didn't think this would happen quite so soon, but Gracen is a gifted one and seems to have learned that with a little boo-hooing, she gets what she wants. I had hoped I wouldn't be one of those mothers that give in to this, but I don't seem to be able to help it. The pouting goes like this: Gracen plays with empty box of miso ginger rice while in high chair, box falls to ground, gracen grunts, cries, screams, mommy picks up box, Gracen giggles and smiles, mama smiles too, process repeats indefinitely. Whining also follows 1) baby's not being looked at directly while mama's washing dishes, 2) Harley takes baby's lamb, 3) Gracie's toy is out of reach, 4) bottle or breast runs out of food, 5) the list goes on. Oddly, with the emergence of the pouting in other areas of her life, she has quit crying so much when we put her down for naps or for the night. It makes no sense. I'll try to be strong...
While she's not yet crawling, though we expect it to happen any second now, Gracen has learned to move quite efficiently around the floor--a roll and scoot. I left the room for a second and came back to find her under the coffee table, chewing on her daddy's sneaker (pictured above). We discussed where daddy's feet were likely to have gone and what might possibly be stuck to them and determined that they're probably not the best toy to play with. She was a little disappointed.
This is Gracen with her buddy Georgia, the beautiful daughter of Chris and Nancy. I think Gracie's a little jealous of Georgia's newfound mobility. Unfortunately, this shot doesn't show Nancy singing and dancing, which is what the ladies are watching so intently.
We love our baby slings!!
Jump, jump, ram the door frame, jump, jump, squeal and giggle, jump, jump, ram toe into door frame, scream!!
It's okay to be jealous of my mad skills with baby hair. I realize it's truly a gift. 
Gracen began eating her first solid food yesterday--rice cereal! It's earlier than I had planned to start her, but she's been so curious about our eating lately that I thought I'd give her a shot. She LOVES, LOVES, LOVES it!!!!!!!!!!
If you are reading this blog at all, you have, or soon will, probably see the new house. My most dedicated reader, however, is living across this great country in the land of Colorado. The following tour, therefore, is for her...until she, the hubbie, and the baby (on her way) can come for a visit.
